Consuela forced a smile, trying to comfort the frightened woman.
In fact, even she herself did not expect that why things would develop to this point.
In the past, Cassandra was just like a slave. Once she couldn't endure any harsh treatment, her slave
for him would be removed for the time being.
"Don't hold back. You just fell down badly. I'll call the nurse for you." Cassie suggested, holding her to
the seat.
She really wanted to give the man in the ward a good beat.
Let him do it. After that, his wife would be doomed to divorce him.
Consuela nodded and stood up to leave. Then all of a sudden, she drifted off her seat, her mind in a
mess.
"Bang!"
The woman fell on the chair. With a scream, Cassie held her up and shouted in the corridor, "nurse!"
The scream was so loud to shock the man inside. Richie rushed out, and saw a pale woman being sent
into the cart.
For a moment, worry and impatience were intertwined in his heart, like a tangled and twisted hemp
rope.
Hearing the footsteps, Cassie looked back at him and asked with a smile, "are you satisfied now?"
Her eyes were sharp and restrained, as if she wanted to see through his soul at the first sight.
He pursed his lips and suddenly felt powerless. His lips were pale and his eyes were gloomy, like
bottomless abyss.
"If anything happens to Consuela, you will surely regret it in the future," Cassie opened her mouth
firmly with no expression of hatred. Her eyes were so clear that the man could not breathe.
He didn't need the future. He regretted it now.
The nurse pushed Consuela to the emergency room. "Doctor Han."
Cassie straightened her white coat and ran to her without a look at him, as if she had given up on this
man.
She didn't know what had happened between them. She only believed what she had seen with her
eyes.
Both the compulsive kiss and the sudden push were Richie's fault.
The man took a deep breath. With an impulse in the bottom of his heart, he rushed to the emergency
room, but was stopped by the door.
The man, dressed in a hospital gown and sitting on a plastic chair, with long hands and legs, who
should have been high spirited and vigorous, had a very terrible expression on his face. Occasionally,
he looked up at the little red light.
She simply responded to the family call because she was absent-minded. He could hear her clearly,
standing there.
But he still kissed her in a daze, as if he were at the first sight of his love.
Maybe he was really crazy as she said, completely.
When his mother arrived, he was still depressed.
She stared at the red light outside the emergency room and kept blaming her son, without caring about
how he felt.
Taking a deep breath, Wendy put down her anger and said, "If something happens to Consuela and the
baby in her belly, the Ye clan will surely punish you severely."
It was the flesh and blood of the Ye Clan, and was treated like that.
Richie lowered his head and took the accusation. He didn't say anything to refute her, so quiet and
unusual.
The doctors didn't do the surgery. They just gave her a simple check with some first-aid measures
because she was a pregnant woman.
Then Consuela was transferred to the general ward. Richie followed closely behind Cassie. The
woman on the bed was covered with a white quilt given out by the hospital.
His face was pale, and the bite wound on her lips made the scarlet blood look like a blossoming flower,
gorgeous and guilty.
Wendy and other people from Ye's house were guarding in the ward and worried about Consuela.
Wearing the hospital gown, Richie walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. The black short hair
outlined his clean and handsome side face. "Is she all right?"
Perhaps he didn't notice that his voice was trembling.
Cassie looked through the medical record, trying to irritate this man. He didn't know how to take care of
her, and he was always good at affectation.
However, when she faced the man who looked obviously humble and guilty, she could not say a word.
Perhaps, he really realized his mistake.
Cassie frowned and pushed herself into the abyss, and said, "it's not a big problem. She just suffered a
serious shock and should have a good rest. She'll be hospitalized for observation."
The man, who had always been cold and hard hearted, was now overshadowed by a romantic
relationship.
Standing aside, Wendy felt a part of her flesh was missing. She could not bear to see him like this, so
she turned her head.
He repeated, "Is the baby all right?"
He clasped the woman's hands, looking a little indescribable nervous and flustered.
"Don't worry. They both are safe. But you must take good care of them from now on."
If this happened again, the elders of the Ye Clan would definitely scold him.
"It's okay as long as the child is fine." As he lowered his head and touched her cold hand, his eyes
sparkled with hope.
It would be best if both of them were fine. As long as they had the future, they could make up for it.
With his back to the woman, Richie said, "Mom, you may leave now. I'll take care of her. I promise
nothing will happen again."
His voice was still hoarse, but it gave her a sense of relief.
Wendy glanced at the woman in the bed and then turned to him, sighing, "I must give you a lesson if
you dare to make trouble again."
Then the woman left with other people of the Ye Clan. Cassie yawned and shook her head.
It was necessary for the two of them to discuss the couple's business. It was none of other people's
business to make it up.
Consuela had been awake a long time ago when she heard the man talking to Cassie. Her mind had
been once again filled with fury.
"It's okay as long as the child is fine."
Those simple but grateful words kept rolling in her mind again and again.
All he did was for their baby. Didn't she know it?
"Why are you crying in your dream?" The man chuckled and felt much more relaxed.
When he saw the tears in the woman's eyes, he could only tease her, but no one responded to him.
Maybe it was because Richie felt much better after knowing that she was all right. He put Consuela's
hand back to the bed and carefully tucked her in the quilt.
He turned around to get some hot water. He wasn't used to turning his head back, so he didn't notice
Consuela suddenly opened her eyes.
Tears welled up in her eyes and dropped down to her long hair. The tears were wet and sticky, making
her feel uncomfortable.
She raised her hand and stroked her belly in circles. Her feelings became more violent like the wave.
What should she do?
Their marriage was a helpless and mutual torture, but it was tied up by their child. How long could their
marriage last?
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